Posts by StarWolf7

((Hope you don't mind me hopping in real quick:
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Name: Dog
Gender: Male
Personality: Rather quiet and doesn't talk much. He can be rather distrustful and prefers to analyze, and was often treated with respect from the town he's from. He can understand the speech of canine, and rarely speaks at all, causing his voice to become unsured.))

Dog was padding quietly along, wary now.
He'd taken another wrong turn. He was still within the Clan Cat territories, he knew that much- his throat still burned at that recent memory.
He grimaced, wondering if it was Clan tradition to shove bits of sharp bark down a stranger's throat. He hoped not- killing that last guard had been exactly what he didn't want to do, but necessary for his escape.
Not that the guard had put up much of a fight. He'd been lucky that he'd received such an inexperienced cat to guard himself, the prisoner, and a simple neck snapping was all it took to get away. No blood had been spilled.
The wolf-russet tom suddenly paused, mouth opening hesitantly as he smelled two scents coming towards him. He growled low in his throat, mentally cursing himself. He should have been out of here days ago- his mission wasn't to be killing random insignificant felines, but in the city scouting out rival higher ups from the other Sectors.
Crouching low, the cat stepped off the path, anxiety biting his heart while hoping he wouldn't be noticed too soon.

Dog slowly backed away, still crouching, until he felt his hind legs graze the base of a bush. He flattened his long-haired fur(Which at one point had earned him the nickname of 'Persian' or 'Persia' from Skiro, though Dog didn't have a clue on what it meant), showing off his rather starved looking body and strong, wiry muscles. He had lost a lot of weight since his journey here, and his few days as a Clan prisoner hadn't helped any.
But that didn't mean he wasn't weak.
The tom unsheathed his claws, and readied his muscles for a strong leap that would easily knock a cat off its paws, waiting for the inevitable. They had gone silent- no doubt they were about to try and pull off a sneak move.

Dog twitched one ear in mild annoyance at the stubbornness of the other tom. "Pretty-cat is right," he said nonchalantly. "Rather your blood to rot, or for wounds to heal?"

Dog sighed, not surprised when the tom fell over.
Too stubborn, he thought to himself. Had he been alone he wouldn't have thought twice about letting this cat bleed out- Dog had already offered his help and been refused.
But then again, the she-cat didn't seem so ready to abandon him. Dog wondered why he cared about how she felt, but he brushed it off as irrelevant.
"Gossamer," he growled, looking over at the she-cat, not wanting to find cobwebs while he gathered the plants. "Find some."
With that he walked over to the base of the cliffs, sniffing around for leaves and nipping a few to get their taste. Most were foreign to him- city plants usually were found in two-leg gardens, and rarely were Healers meant to actually heal the wounded. If a cat was stupid and got itself harmed, then it would have to face the consequences on its own.
He stopped, finding a plant growing out of the side of the cliff around a small puddle of water with its roots reaching down. It wasn't Raspberry, but it smelled tangy, and his temporary teacher had mentioned a plant that soothed various wounds- Comfrey root, after being chewed.
Dog bit off a piece, nose screwing up at the taste before trotting back over to the fallen tom, waiting for Tsunami to fetch the cobwebs he had requested.

Kazimo- Spiky red hair, usually kept in pony tail, wolf tail and ears. Bright green eyes.
Tarnith- More orange tint to hair, wears purple cap over it. Cat ears and tail with green eyes.

Kazimo sat on a random table of the cafeteria room, people-watching as he ate some leftover Chinese takeout. His sister, Tarnith, was sitting in one of the seats instead of the table itself, reading a book.
"Mon frère," she grumbled with a slight french accent. "Why won't you sit at the table, like a normal boy?"
Kaz snorted, rolling bright green eyes and throwing her a cocky smirk. "Normal is so boring, Tar. I prefer the wild side."
Tarnith acted as if he didn't speak, reading silently for a few more pages before sending an emerald glare up at her wolf tailed brother. "Get down."
Kaz pondered this, keeping the tip of his fork between his lips in a dramatized thoughtful look. "Hmmmmm... Nope."
He barely dodged the eraser she threw at him, snickering at her missed throw before swinging his legs slightly and continued to eat and watch the random passerby, taking in all the new faces.

((I wouldn't say I'm the best at writing, but I tend to get better at it when I let my emotions do whatever the heck they wanna do.))

Kaz hummed softly, noticing a few people so far from him and Tar. There was a small table with girls, one of which was disgusted by something. There were a few other girls here and there, and the teenager pouted a bit. Weren't there any guys to chill with?
Then he noticed a flash of white out of the corner of his eye, and twisted his body around to get a better look at the person. He could see the brilliant white hair and ears, but couldn't quite see what the colors of his eyes were from here. Kaz stared for a few more moments, wondering if he should go and say hello, when Tar's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Mon frère,” she said, eyes still glued to the book. “I doubt strangers find much appeal in you undressing them with your eyes.”
Kaz turned away from his people-watching, and shot his sister a semi-curt look. “Says the one who’s naked like, every day.”
Tar flipped another page in her book. “In France, one didn’t have to hide so much. I’m sure you would have found much glee in the beaches there.”
Kaz muttered something about sisters not caring if they scarred some innocent person’s mind for good before returning to his chicken, finishing off the last few bites.

Name:Cashikiru(Aka, Cashew)
Username: Um, whatever it is right now.
Age: Approximately 3-5 years old, but she doesn't know(or if she does, she never mentions it).
Gender: Female
Pic/Description:
http://i47.tinypic.com/2ch8gv7.png
Cashikiru has dark ginger fur over a paler tan, with fire-like markings ove rher body. Her left eye is an extremely dark grey color, bordering black with a scar on it(She is often labeled a Demon's Child because of it). Her other eye is just the opposite- an off-white pastel blue.
Personality: I'll role-play it out.
History(This doesn't to be all that long but a little background is good.): Cashew was born as the first and only pup of her parents' first litter. They raised her, and she was without any siblings, so she took to talking to her shadow for company. She loved her parents, but rarely saw them as they were always hunting. When she was about a year and a half years of age, her parents had a second litter- three pups this time. She helped care for them while her parents were off hunting large game, often for weeks at a time, leaving Cashew to get by on the food she found by following the birds. One day, Cashew and the pups were nearly starving, and she saw crows heading south- but she couldn't smell the meat. She decided to go and search for the prey, leaving the pups to fend for themselves. The journey took an entire day to reach, in which she found a large fallen caribou and ate her fill. Upon her return, however, she found the pups dead, probably mauled by a predator. She stayed there for quite some time before her parents found her chanting "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean it" and deranged lullabies. Her mother called her a demon, left her the scar over her eye and chased her off. Cashew was alone for those years, but she rarely recalls them and has for now forced them in the deepest depths of her mind. A few weeks ago she stumble upon a tiny, starving newborn pup without its mother, and took him in on an impulse, naming him Pistachio.
Other: Cashikiru used to be rather insane and was all alone, cannibalistic, and a schizophrenic. Her inner 'voice' was named Kipper, and she was convinced he was her mate. However, it seems that being around Pistachio has mellowed her down more and hardly remembers Kipper. If she is away from Chio for too long, there's a good chance of her having a relapse. She wishes to believe that Cho is her biological son, and has nearly convinced herself of this.

Name: Pistachio(Aka, Chio or Pistol)
Username: Look at the above form.
Age: Two or three weeks old.
Gender: Male
Pic/Description: Chio, being a pup, doesn't have many distinct markings just yet. His puppy fur is a pale tan color with a darker grey tint, and eyes are blue as all wolf pups.
http://i49.tinypic.com/rrrpsw.png This is just an estimation of what he will look like as an adult, and for those who prefer a more visual reference. Keep in mind he’s very young right now.
Personality: Not much for a personality to form just yet.
History(This doesn't to be all that long but a little background is good.): Cashew took him in when he was a newborn, without knowing where his mother was(or if she was alive). For now, all he believes is that she is his birth mother.
Other: I won't be role-playing Chio much without Cashew because he's about two weeks old, and eyes are still closed. Not much to role-play with... But if someone wants to be his mother who isn't dead then go ahead, but good luck in separating Cashew from him.

((OOC: NOAH IS NOT PLEASED, JESUS CHRIST OR NO JESUS CHRIST, NOVICE))

A sunset colored she-wolf huddled at the edge of the woods, the whipping wind clawing at her back with icy knives. She felt a shiver run through her body, and a muffled whimper of protest reminded her of her tiny charge.
She nuzzled the pup's head, worried. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and it had been two weeks since finding him. He was tiny and skinny and cold. The she-wolf at least had her thick fur, but the pup had nothing to guard against the raging storm.
She turned her head, snarling a warning at the wind, promising its demise if it stole this pup from her. It was her child- hers, and only hers. Nothing would touch so much as a hair on its body, not now nor in the afterlife, and she would make sure of it.
The she-wolf shivered again, recalling the events that had led up to her being trapped under this tiny stone overhang to guard herself from the storm. She had been searching for a place to leave the pup, because she needed food- her milk was scarce and she desperately needed meat, but not so desperate that she would resort to eating her own child. The blizzard had caught her by surprise, and here she was with a whimpering pup- starving, cold, and ever so patient.
Softly, she whispered one of her many lullabies into the pup's ear.
"Softly, we tremble to-night... For this wind is our only fright. But hush, my child- hush, and dream in all the colors of the wind..."

Bi-colored eyes flickered open, confused at the darkness surrounding her. It felt strangely warm- warmer than usual, and for once the pup was sleeping without shivering.
She glanced over shoulder, and blinked in surprise.
No wonder it was dark in here, though her instincts screamed that the sun was up.
A blanket of snow lay in front of her, covering the entrance to the overhang, and creating a warm make-shift den inside. Carefully, the she-wolf grasped the pup by its scruff, earning a tiny whimper of protest before moving as far back as she could, digging with her paws a bit to make a small hole to settle him in. She tore out a bit of her own fur, wincing at the pain and gathering some of the dry, dead grass she had collected last night and stuffed it into the lining of the little nest.
Finally, she settled the tiny pup into it, nuzzling his forehead and whispering promises to come back soon, and that she was only going out for a bite to eat.
She backed up again and scratched at the thick wall of snow, slowly at first and then more intensely until it turned a pale blue color. Her paws broke through, and she pulled her body up and out of the snowdrift, leaving behind a small tunnel into her temporary den. Glancing skyward, the she-wolf sucked in a surprised breath- the sun was shining, for the first time since she had laid eyes on her pup. For a moment, she wanted to scoop up the tiny bundle and show him the beauty of the sun's rays, but the next her rationality won.
She needed food, as did her pup.
The ginger wolf sniffed the air, but the blizzard had washed away and scent of prey. And there's no hope for the plants, she thought to herself. Her ribs were all showing, and her face was thin and tired looking. She needed food, and she needed it quickly.
Turning, she headed deeper into the woods, hoping that the trees would have blocked most of last night's fall. She could scent life up ahead, but wasn't yet sure on what it might be.

((It's to be presumed that 4 feet of snow would bury a small entrance, encasing the hallow interior, like Cashikiru's stone overhang now becoming a fully encased snowy den. The inside would be much warmer than the outside, and safer. Of course, if the inside is too small and they do not break a hole in it fast enough, there might be a lack of oxygen, which would be pretty bad to their brains.))

The she-wolf trotted on through the forest, thankful that it seemed to be less here than outside of the woods. Here, it brushed past her chest. Had she gone outside of the woods to hunt, she probably would have ended up with her head under the drift.
She paused, staring in front of her at a distinct set of wolf tracks, heading back the way the she-wolf had come. She quickly sniffed it, picking up the fresh scent of a stranger she-wolf and blood.
Rabbit's blood.
Mouth salivating, the she-wolf quickly followed in the direction of the foot prints, noticing that they were slightly smaller than hers.
A young wolf, probably female.
The she-wolf quickened her pace, now racing through the trees as she followed the scent of wolf and rabbit blood, steadily intensifying as she became closer to her targets. It wasn't long before she came to a halt, eyeing a tree in front her her with ears pricked forward and a hungry gleam in her yin-and-yang eyes.

The she-wolf saw a larger wolf, larger than the tracks should have been if he had laid them, and nearly retreated.
Nearly.
Head low, the skinny wolf trotted forward a few more steps before she began to pace in front of the strange male. He looked older and one eye was closed and covered in scars, but he large and probably powerful. If it came to a fight, he would win in a heartbeat.
She remained silent, simply staring the male down and observing him, waiting for him to make the first move or speak the first word.

The she-wolf glared over at him, a low growl in her throat at his words. She was hungry, and he was very much in the way.
She knew the smaller wolf was in there, the tracks had proven so.
"Already calling me a sweetheart?" She sneered back. "You should really try to get to know me a bit better, or at least take me to dinner first." She then sat down, muscles tensed in case she had to make a quick jump to the side as she began their waiting game.
Patience was something she was used to using, not when her desire was so close.

The she-wolf twitched her ears, hearing the soft tell-tail crunch of an approaching animal.
Glancing over, she spotted a grey wolf with strange stripes and shadowed eyes. He started to dig, and she plastered a sickly sweet smile on her face. "Why hello there," she practically purred, staggering towards him a few steps. "Are you with Mr. Flirt, here, or all on your lonesome?"

((OOC: If you don't understand, 'Mr. Flirt' is a reference to Sully calling her sweetheart.))

((Seems interesting, I'll go ahead and join with two. One will be the cat he ran into before, the second will be a 'friend' of that who Panda has never met.))

Name Sunfire(He allows those close to him to call him 'Sunny')
Age 3 years 7 months
Gender Male
Looks Sunfire is a handsome tom with thick, red tinted ginger fur with faint stripes. His back is darkest, almost dark red colored, while it gradually fades to a calmer yellow-ginger towards his belly and feet. His eyes are a bright golden yellow color rimmed with green, and is more at home in the trees or just high up in the air in general. (I have a reference picture if you need one.)
Personality Sunfire is rude and doesn't respect anyone who doesn't earn it. He doesn't make friends just by exchanging names, and his actions usually appear crueler than he meant them to be. He finds it hard to trust anyone and usually saw himself as the 'black sheep' in his former clan.
HistorySunfire was born into Taigaclan without any siblings. He grew up along with his best friend, Talonspark, and the two became inseparable- until the day came when a strange sickness struck. Their leader, Pinestar, ordered the clan to abondon camp and leave all those who were not immune to die. This included Sunfire's mother, the only cat he cared for other than Talon. Pinestar also named Talon a warrior but Sunfire remained an apprentice, causing hidden envy to come between the two and they had a fight. By the time the tiny band of cats reached their new home, Sunfire no longer spoke to his ex-friend. After reaching their home(And Sunny finally becoming a warrior), the two slowly started talking again, and Sunfire realized he liked talking to Talon a lot more than he should. He kept it hidden, of course, not wanting to kill the only friendship he had ever had. Sunny lived like this until the largest irony struck him- he was to mentor Talon's daughter. He found himself hating the kit and pushing her to her limits, but one day he went too far and told her to track a fox. She did, but after Sunfire noticed she had been gone too long, he went after her and found her dead. He abandoned his clan, not wanting to face his best friend after he had indirectly killed his daughter and later ran into Panda, but tried not to let himself grow too close to the other tom. After Panda mysteriously disapeared, he vowed to never become close to anyone ever again but once again broke this when he met Otter.
Other He has a scar over the left side of his mouth, courtesy of Talon.

Name Otter
Age 2 years, 9 months
Gender Male
Looks Otter is a brown and black tom with striking yellow eyes. His body is built for strength , and his fur is always sleek with a certain shine to it- as if he has just been in the water, which earned him his name.
Personality Otter is rather bubbly, talkative, and optimistic, and very trusting. As a kit he idolized Sunfire and wanted to be just like him. After he lost his sister, he relied very heavily on Sunny. He followed Sunfire after he had disappeared, finally finding him after Panda had already left left. His favorite pastime(other than talking or following Sunfire around) is swimming, and finds it very difficult to climb trees.
History Otter was born to Appleswipe and his sister, Silverkit. He idolized Sunfire from an early age and followed him as much as he could. When he and his sister were apprenticed, a prophecy came true and his sister died as a cause of it. He was rather torn up about it and fell into a depression, which Sunny helped him out of as much as he could. When Sunfire left Otter decided to follow him, but didn't find him for quite some time. He finally found Sunny and has lived him ever since, and still sees him as a hero and would do anything for him.
Other I originally made Otter a chocolate tortoiseshell but then remembered that toms cannot be calico, which is a cousin to tortoiseshell.

The she-wolf gave the male a cross look. Its you.
As if she knew him. 'You' was such an ugly way to greet.
Where on bane's great snowball had chivarly gone?
Sniffing, she watched as he raced off, not bothering to go after him and maybe grab a bite to eat. Then she turned back to the older male, the frustration sparking in her eyes flaring into anger.
"Look, hun, I would take up your offer- really, I would. But right now I'm hungry and tired of your scatty behind so why not cut to the chase, and give me your damned meat, ey? Not the baby-making kind, either."

The she-wolf's eyes glinted with a sort of desperately restrained joy, and she didn't bother to hide it as she snapped forward to grab the half-eaten rabbit by its foot, similar to that of a barracuda.
After plucking up the meat with her incisors, she shot the stranger she-wolf a puppy grin. "Tanks fo' thath," she muttered from around the rabbit. "Be in your deth, a'ight?"
With that, the rouge quickly turned tail, not wanting to waste time and have the old geezer re-take the prize. Her pup needed to be fed soon, anyways.

((OOC: Quick translate of the above words: "Thanks for that, Be in your debt, all right?"))

A red, fiery blaze whipped between the trunks of the forest, once more heading towards the edge. The figure made sure to keep her paws in the same tracks she had left, so as to try and fool anything who might try and follow her.
Soon, the she-wolf came to a sharp halt at her snowed in shelter, causing a spray of snow to pepper the ground. Here, it was deeper, and she had to hop through it to get back to the entrance.
She poked her head in, head instinctebvely turning towards the pup she had left inside and relieved when she saw him still curled up. Rabbit still between her teeth, she pawed some of the snow into the entrance, narrowing it down to a head-sized hole. Hopefully, it would make it more hidden.
Den-chores now done, the made her way over to the pale colored pup and curled her large body around his tiny one and feeling him press agaisnt her chest and began to suckle. He was slightly cold, but that was to be expected- she had left him alone for a short while, and was bound to be a bit chilled.
"It's cold out, Pistol," she whispered to him. "Very cold. But the sun was out for the first time- and the sky was rather blue today. Wouldn't you like to see it?"
The pup glanced up, perhaps out of curiousty at her body's vibrations as she spoke, or perhaps annoyed that she was speaking while he was trying to feed.
Whatever the reason, the she-wolf gave a soft gasp. His eyes were open- she hadn't even noticed him beginning to open his eyes that morning. Deep blue orbs gazed up at her for a few more minutes before blinking shut and resuming his feed.
"Oh, Chio- your eyes are so beautiful," she murmered. In the back of her mind she knew that one day they would change, perhaps to yellow or brown, but for now they were painted with the sky itself.
Pleased that her son was indeed a healthy(if late to bloom) pup, she began to rip off mouthfuls of the rabbit. It wasn't much and she would probably have to go back out to get food, but for now she was glad to have something to eat and make milk with. Maybe I'll visit the Old Geezer again, she thought to herself. He's bound to have more food, or maybe the little one will...

The she-wolf yawned widely, glancing out of the tiny window of an entrance at the head of her den. From this angle, she couldn't quite see outside, and didn't feel like getting up.
Pistol had finished feeding, but not by choice- the tiny pup was still kneading her chest, but no rewards. He gave a protesting whimper, and the ginger canine sighed softly.
She needed more food, but she didn't want to leave Pistol on his own for too long.
"I'll go hunting when he's asleep," she muttered with only the pup and shadows to hear. "And then I'll get food, and we'll be al-right. We'll be al-right, Chio and I, and there won't be a thing otherwise, and his father will visit and the clouds will go away and the sun will shine for ages and..."

((OOC: It's so difficult to not say CASHEW or CASHIKIRU. Traditions, why so difficult...))

((Kiba, I'm not the owner of this roleplay nor do I pretend to be, but... If you're going to post on it then I'm sure Knife would appreciate if you attached a bit of roleplaying with it.))

Sile
Sile hooked up one the rabbits he had caught not so long before with a claw, admiring the soft pelt of the grey kit. It wasn't the freshest of the pile, but rabbit was his favorite food.
Tossing it up, the tom grabbed it with his mouth, pleased at the slight woodland scent that met his nostrils upon doing so. Sometimes, he didn't find Rori's weird obsessive 'I want to be a tree' thing. The woods smelled fresh and the trees were rather pretty when one wasn't drenched or starving.
Not that Sile had much to compare the woods to. He and his brother hadn't known anything but this forest, and his memories from before the tribe were vague at best.
He could remember his mother, promising she'd be back- that she was only going to be gone for a while. And then she had left, taking his sister with her.
He never saw either of them after that.
Dismissing his mini memory trip, Sile trotted up to the Nursery Assistant, Polar. His brother probably wasn't in the mood for chatting while he ate, so the younger she-cat would have to do.
"'Sup, Polar," he purred in greeting. "Any of the queens ready to pop yet?"